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| So we're having our usual Friday night game, and I think I'll be sneaky and use one of your poems to help me win. Sadly, my opponent realises what I'm up to. | |
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| Then, to add insult to injury, just as I'm choking down the biscuit he announces that he stepped on a syringe the other week and contracted AIDS. | |
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| I'm too embarrassed to go to the doctor, so I wrote to "Just Joan" to ask if it can be transmitted by biscuit. She hasn't replied yet, but I live in hope. | |
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| How could one of my poems help you win? | |
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